When he looked at me for the first time.

I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, all I could feel was love deeply in my heart for him.

He treated me as if I was the only thing that could ever bring him happiness. And with that he was content.

He once told me, “Every tear you shed sparks a fire in my chest.”

And when he said that, I felt like I’d give up everything just to be with him. Because I knew what he meant; this was his way of telling me, “I’m in love with you, and I’d do anything to take your pain away.”

Because he never knew what it felt like to constantly be in and out of hospital beds, never knowing if I would wait up to see him again.